I’m a gray lizard on your plain white walls
Feeding on the bounty of flies
I see the world askew
Gigantic and round than any eyes of you
This gravity does nothing to point me up
To where heavens I should pray
Instead at times I am pulled down to your dusty floors
Fallen heavily in pain
Like some hapless lovers’ dive
Or an angel of shame
But I’m no cherub
I do what I want and I
Jump back in and dance and race
You see but flutter and scurry
You see but an undersized snake
I taste the air and all your flakes
I hear your heavy sluggish steps
As my body pulses
Spinal arc’s in verve
As I dance and race on this chalky floor
My elegance grace
These great white walls of yours